

Meeting EveThe alarm rang. Its loud and piercing shriek shattering Lucy’s uneasy slumbers. She opened her eyes and glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With a muttered profanity she threw back the covers and jumped off the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold stone floor with an audible thud. She glanced wildly around the room, her eyes roaming for stray items of clothing. Sighting a pair of jeans and an old T shirt lying on the floor, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again she uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She’d have to tell them there was a bMeeting Eve
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--As life gets longer it also feels softer. Well it feels pretty soft to me.--
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Please Let Me Out Of Your Brain, Its Not Comfortable In Here
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Did I just said that? o, crap
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